Ha. Pulpits indeed are the Oracles of Truth. But War may be lawful for a Prince, and yet not so for you.
Thr. I have heard that every Man must live by his Trade.
Ha. A very honourable Trade indeed to burn Houses, rob Churches, ravish Nuns, plunder the Poor, and murder the Innocent!
Thr. Butchers are hired to kill Beasts; and why is our Trade found Fault with who are hired to kill Men?
Ha. But was you never thoughtful what should become of your Soul if you happen'd to be kill'd in the Battel?
Thr. Not very much; I was very well satisfied in my Mind, having once for all commended myself to St. Barbara.
Ha. And did she take you under her Protection?
Thr. I fancied so, for methought she gave me a little Nod.
Ha. What Time was it? In the Morning?
Thr. No, no, 'twas after Supper.